This story involves a severe whipping as well as incestuous relations and bodily functions, so those who find any of those subjects too much to handle should read no further. All characters are 18 or over.
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My brother and I had long been spanked by my mother when we were naughty. It was not pleasant, and it got worse as we matured. Dennis was 18, two years younger than I was, and it's obviously more embarrassing for his 20-year-old sister to be seen with her bottom bared for a spanking than for me to see his little naked tushee.
Since Mom decided once I was old enough to wear a bra that I would have to remove it when I was spanked, it was even more embarrassing for me since my brother got to ogle my tits while I had very little interest in seeing his little thing, although it was funny to see it get hard when he saw me so embarrassed. Even hard, it was still little.
But when I was 20 and still living at home and Dennis was 18, it started to get much worse. I was commuting to college, and he would be in the fall. Mother still treated us like children and she informed me that I was going to be disciplined for not keeping my room tidy. I guess I lost it and started to get angry and told her off big-time.
She looked me straight in the eye and just calmly said, "Susan, you have brought this on yourself. You are going to be whipped for your naughty behavior."
I was used to being spanked. It hurt a lot but afterwards we hugged and everything was back to normal. She had never used that word—whipped—with us before, much less punished either of us with any kind of whip. I wasn't sure what she meant. I figured it could be a belt or a strap...and then I started to get really scared. Suppose she had something like a martinet or a cat-of-nine-tails? Or a huge bullwhip?
She knew how to make it the most effective by telling us we would be punished well before it happened. I was informed by her in the words I set out earlier a day before the event.
I had real trouble getting to sleep that night. Dennis came into my room and commiserated with me. He said he was sorry that Mom always insisted that each of us be present even if only one was going to be punished.
"Sue," he said, "it would scare me if she told me I was going to be whipped so I can understand how you feel." He gave me a nice hug. We were growing closer.
Just so it would be easier for her, I wore simple white cotton panties and a plain white bra under my shirt and skirt that day. My shoes were slip-ons and I didn't bother with any jewelry.
I went to the living room at the time she had specified and found Dennis there. Mom had apparently also invited my Aunt Kathryn, with whom she was close, to witness my shameful punishment. Aunt Kathryn was younger than Mom and not that much older than I was, with no children of her own, so this also embarrassed me because she tended to treat me as a younger girl.
Mom now came into the living room wearing a severe white blouse and gray flannel skirt with seamed hose and shining black low heels. She was carrying in one hand what looked like a multi-tailed implement. I was ordered to bend over the couch and remove my blouse and bra. I complied, placing them on the couch.
Then Mom came behind me and flipped up my short skirt and pinned it to stay up. She then told me to take my panties off entirely, which I did, as I felt Dennis's and Aunt Kathy's eyes watching between my legs, where I have a reasonable growth of hair as I do down front.
Then another surprise was sprung. Mom asked Aunt Kathy to take me across her lap and spank me, as a warmup. I duly placed myself across Kathy's lap as she sat on an armless chair in the living room. Normally, I didn't have any bad feelings about Aunt Kathy but I didn't like this new thing of letting her spank me. She was younger than Mom was and not all that much older than me, so it was more humiliating to be spanked by her.
And she made it as humiliating as possible. "Susan, I'm surprised that a big girl like you has to be spanked like a little girl and then whipped to improve your behavior," she said as if I were a child. She then started spanking me and it did start to hurt as she spanked my cheeks alternately and harder. She then really made me feel awful when she let her fingers go down between my legs and then announced that I was wet. My face was now as red as my bottom. Finally, she stopped spanking and feeling my pussy and turned me back to Mom.
Mom positioned me now at the end of the couch with a lot of room on either side for her to swing the whip. She also added one little refinement that she had previously used when she felt I had been an especially bad girl. She dabbed some Vaseline into my bottom-hole and then carefully inserted a ginger stick—raw ginger with the skin removed.
This is called figging and the ginger stick is known as a fig. A little of it sticks out so it can be removed or jostled a little to irritate your rectum. After a while the heat inside you starts to stimulate the ginger to release fluid and this stings you on the inside of your anus. It is a diabolical sort of punishment.
Now I finally was at the scary moment before the actual imposition. I wasn't able to see the whipping implement close up, but it turned out to be sort of between a martinet and a cat-of-nine-tails kind of flogger. It had medium length leather tails, thankfully without metal ends. It was impressive enough to scare me, though.
Mom stood back a bit and delivered a stroke on my waiting bare bottom with her right arm.
The tails whistled through the air and slapped onto my waiting bottom cheeks. It stung and stung more than once. Mom kept slapping the whip onto my bottom and each time it was like I was being bitten hard by especially nasty insects. She was teasing me by gradually aiming lower, so the tails started to go through the opening between my legs.
